. 15.02.11 the girl .

The surroundings remind me of my university campus – its unique, strange but beautiful architectural design and the river that stretches throughout the area – there were people there but faceless (as usual). The only people I could distinguish was a guy named Nabil, whom I work with in the university's newsletter, and a little girl, whom I've never seen before in my life. She looked caucasian, about 7-10 years old, with fair skin and light-colored eyes (though I don't remember if they were blue or brown). She was bald and was wearing a hospital gown and I remember she was quite thin. She had rosy, thin lips and a bright, innocent smile on her face.

What was so strange about this girl was that I recognized her as a really close friend of mine. I took to her like someone I was really fond of. Like a sister, but she was nowhere related to me in any way. I see her coming my way and I welcome her with open arms, hugging her tightly.

The Dream shifts and it is evening. I've been walking around the area and I realize that my two friends aren't with me. I start getting worried, especially for the little girl. I find Nabil's handphone all of a sudden and a text message from him saying that they were both locked in the freezer room. I find the room (somewhere in the campus) and unlock it. Its steel blue and frozen with ice and snow on the inside. It's a little dark but I can make out a circling staircase, that stops at the ceiling, and two figures sitting atop of it. I call out to Nabil and he stirs, his clothes covered by a thin layer of ice. The girl was climbing down the staircase and her skin was so pale, almost turning blue. I grab her first and take her out, worried that her sickness could have gotten worse. She was fine though. Just happy to see me.

Time passes and her skin starts to change. Dry sores appear on her head and face, which looked almost like bad, burnt marks but she keeps smiling as if nothing's wrong. I had a gut feeling that I wouldn't be seeing her after this so I took the moment as a farewell. I bent down and asked her to forgive me if I hadn't been able to take care of her that well. She giggles and I'm not sure if she said anything to me but it looked as if she said 'there was nothing to forgive', even as her sores were looking worse. Her smiling face made me feel better but I end up crying my eyes out.

I hug her bald head and say to her, “You're the most kind-hearted person I've ever met,” with tears in my eyes. I kiss her on her forehead and soon after that she is gone, shifting with the rest of my Dreams. I wake up with tears soaking my pillow.

I have never felt a love for a child as strongly as I had for this girl, whom I don't even know in real life. In the Dream, I felt as if I loved her with all my heart. Like a sister; like a friend; almost like a daughter even. And, unless God wills differently, I don't think I will see her again. But every time I picture her smiling face, with her bald head and little pearly whites, I will smile too.

.: day fourteen :.

picture perfect

hold me close; hold me tight

don't fidget too much darling

just a little to the right

you're beautiful baby

but why are you so shy?

you're picture perfect in my eyes

frames can't hold you

you're bigger than you know

you're a whole world to me and more

hold me close; hold me tight

cuddle close to me darling

and let me kiss you goodnight

. 29.01.11 zombie cure .

Ok, not your typical kick-ass zombie dream anymore OOOOOH NO. My Dreams HAD to get a little bit realistic. And by realistic I mean turn out in ways I didn't want them to but still expected it to otherwise. Anyhoddlyhoo, here's what happened. I'm at my old elementary school, only it still is a school and not the insurance office it was after the school shut down. There were still school kids and teachers I saw walking round and I was in the middle of the grounds minding my own business when all of a sudden the zombie apocalypse decided to happen then and there.

I didn't remember a lot of ppl being chased, cus it was weird how there were some ppl walking round casually, not fazed by the mauling or the massacre. I on the other hand was the first one to be jumped and got bitten too. On my right arm, between my wrist and elbow. I kicked the bugger away, which wasn't too hard, but now I was infected. The first thing that came to my mind was 'how am I going to draw NOW???'

Like instinct, I rushed to a place which looked like they could provide some cure for me. It wasn't some top-secret government lab or anything – just the school's main hall where these two women were hanging about. Don't remember what they look like distinctly now but I think one looked my old psychology lecturer from Foundation Studies (aaaaawkwaaaard..) but she was the one who suggested the cure. I was surprised they even HAD one. I had about 2 to 4 hours before I fully transformed so I wanted to try whatever they got.

The other woman got ready a mixture of fluids and poured a dark, aromatic liquid into a mug. She placed it in front of me. I look at it blankly and said, “This is just coffee.” The woman (who looks like my lecturer) perked up saying, “Oh just wait one second!” She reached for a shelf nearby and grabbed a hamster from a shoebox that was up there. She held the hamster like a doll, its tummy exposed and four limbs squirming. She squeezed the hamster slightly over my cup-o-Joe till. It. Pooped. They were putting frigging hamster poo in my coffee. That was the cure.

In my mind I said, 'weighing my choices I'd rather be a zombie and not be aware of eating disgusting gourmet than eating it in my right mind now...'